What We Were - 7.1
AN#1: All the Swarto feels today, right? Also, hey!!! This is back. (It has a bit of Hartbig as well. The usual.) (Feel free to interpret however you please.)
Hannah’s pov - Beginnings - 1.4k+ words
There is a beautiful woman sitting across from me.
“Hi, what was your name again?"
I turn my head and look around, making sure that this beautiful stranger is actually talking to me, out of all the people in this crowded bar. Me, a shy and awkward ball of social anxiety, filled with insecurities and the urge to repress any feelings whatsoever.
"Sorry,” I mutter confusedly when she cocks her head to one side in question, long hair cascading graciously down slim shoulders. I laugh, because yeah, she is talking to me.
“I’m Hannah. Sorry, wow, you are gorgeous."
Wait, where the fuck did that come from?
But she’s smiling. The beautiful woman is smiling at me, mouthing a quiet thanks.
I can do this. I can fucking do this.
"Um… nice weather, right?"
Mmkay, I can’t do this at all.